'Tom! ’

The football was wedged on the lower abdomen dantian of the mad dog Rand, and when he landed, he felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't continue to breathe, so he held his breath. But how can our mad dog uncle care about this, Rand will always be ready to exchange his life for his life when he steps on the court.

Restrained by the impact of the football, Rand was stunned in mid-air, but he endured the severe pain and instead stood up with his chest and abdomen spread and his limbs wide open, and he was a hero who spread his wings and soared. As the ball bounced off the ball, Rand caught a glimpse of a stunned Paulson.

Paulson's style on the pitch was dirty and hard, but he had never seen a man as damning as Rand, who flew up with his eyes wide open and played with football. The hard balls in the two compartments are deformed, and this guy's soft little belly is just like it is not his, and he doesn't even react at all, but instead makes people feel very cool with his teeth and claws.

Paulson was frightened by Rand's playfulness, and froze in place and stared at Carl Rand in the air in front of him with his mouth wide open.

Seeing Paulson stunned in front of him, Rand suddenly had a flash of inspiration: Good opportunity, it's now!

With the reaction force of the impact of the football, Rand leaned back, and the inertia of the previous high-speed rush brought him closer and closer to Paulson. By the time Rand was tilted forty-five degrees in the air with his head high and feet low, he was just within the range of the attack.

Rand kicked down with both feet: I'll fuck you!

Ignoring football, the scene goes like this - Rand runs five meters, soars four meters in the air with his chest and wings, and then kicks Paulson, who is standing stupidly like a stake, with one foot on his face and one foot on his chest.

The mad dog Rand of Foshan without shadow feet!

'Gurg——! With a strange scream, Paulsen was kicked out directly, and then fell to the ground and pumped.

'Bang!! Only then did Rand slam straight to the ground, still holding his breath and unable to breathe.

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When his teammates on both sides came around like crazy, Paulson was still twitching on the ground, and Rand was still unable to breathe with his mouth wide open. First hit by a football, and then free-fall flat on the ground, Rand is a hero.

Seeing that there were still people from Schalke trying to find trouble with Rand, Zhuo Yang's eyes turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Get out of the way!" "Rush in and quickly observe Rand's situation.

Because of his kung fu foundation, Zhuo Yang knew that it was caused by a slam blow to the abdomen that caused the pleural diaphragm or lung spasm, resulting in a temporary inability to breathe. However, this symptom can be mild or severe, ranging from a few seconds to recover on its own, to fainting due to lack of oxygen, or even organ damage.

Hurriedly supported Rand's back with one hand, and began to massage on the abdominal acupoints with the other hand, ten seconds later, 'cluck~~~~~ing', accompanied by a strange sound of gasping for cool air, Rand regained his spontaneous breathing, and began to gasp heavily, Zhuo Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Within a minute of the opening, he was already sweating on his head.

Paulson was still pumping on the ground.

After a little breathing, Rand lay in Zhuo Yang's arms and said affectionately: "Zhuo Yang, if it weren't for you, I would have been suffocated to death......

Zhuo Yang's eyes were red: "Gentleman, if you don't play so hard, what are you fighting with cannonballs......"

Paulson was still pumping on the ground.

"Zhuo Yang, do you see if that dog day is dead?" Rand worries about Paulson.

"......" Zhuo Yang realized that the mad dog was coming for Paulson this time, and after turning some signs in his mind in the past few days, he immediately knew all of Rand's plans.

"No, mad dog. Cleaning up is what I'm good at, I can't do it with you, he's not worth it. ”

Paulson was still pumping on the ground.

When Zhuo Yang and Zhirkov stood up with Rand and began to walk slowly on the ground, Paulsen finally stopped pumping, but still had his round eyes open and blank, and six eye-catching shoe spike marks on his face.

"How? Does it still hurt? Zhuo Yang asked Rand.

"It hurts, it seems to be a pain in my intestines, it hurts so badly, it hurts so much that I want to......" Rand replied with a frown.

"Mad dog, mad dog, don't play with your life like this again, go down and check it quickly, don't dare to fall into any disease." Zhuo Yang struggled to enlighten Rand. "In the future, this kind of thing must be discussed with me in advance, Lao Tzu will abolish him, and there will not even be a yellow card. The price of your ...... is a bit big, and you hurt yourself. "No matter how you look at it, this red card can't escape, that is, the referee is busy watching Paulsen don't die at this moment, and he doesn't have the time to come.

However, Rand has been thinking about how to kill Paulson for Zhuo Yang from beginning to end, but he has forgotten the most basic common sense.

"It's okay, Zhuo Yang. I'm one for one of the dogs, it's worth it! "What Rand means, Paulson is the core of Schalke 04, and he and he both went down, obviously Madiburg took advantage.

"What to change? Mad dog. Zhuo Yang couldn't cry or laugh: "People are changing, you are being punished, who are you exchanging with?" ”

Rand froze as if he had been pointed, and the twist on his face was wonderful. Banyu: "...... Zhuo Yang,...... I killed our team...... I'm stupid...... What can I do...... "I want to die."

"Let's go, let's go, remember to discuss this kind of thing with me in the future,...... Rest assured, rest assured...... What about me...... Go down and get a good rest...... Rest assured ......"

The red card raised by the referee behind his back is like a red flag raised for fighters on the high ground.

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When Karl Rand passed by the bench to say sorry to Uncle Scum amid the huge boos of more than 40,000 fans in Schalke at the world's most advanced stadium, Paulsen finally stood up from the ground.

He got up, but his legs were still weak, and he was still confused, and it seemed that he had cried, and he muttered to himself: madman, madman......

Seeing that Paulson couldn't kick anymore, not to mention anything else, the six bright red stud bumps on his face made him look like a monster. The cunning Rangnick immediately replaced the guilty Danish titan with defender Thomas Krezena and pushed Altentop into the midfield.

Klopp was so worried that his brain hurt, and he had to overturn it all in less than a minute after the opening, and it was Rand, who had always been the most worry-free, who caused trouble, and he didn't know what to say.

Madiburg have a good quality on all three fronts, but the midfield is where they are based. Rand was sent off, the midfield must be re-strengthened, and it is impossible to nail Zhuo Yang alone in the back position to defend full-time, which coach dares to use Zhuo Yang like this now will be drowned by the spitting stars of his peers.

The defense couldn't move, Uncle Scum waved the flag, and Khedira replaced striker Mido. The Egyptian genius had a hard-to-wait starter, and he was substituted before he could touch the ball on his feet. Although he knew that this was the team's last resort in an emergency, Mido was so angry that he wanted to bite.

If it weren't for the team doctor who was in the away dressing room on Schalke, giving an emergency check to the mad dog, Midau would have rushed in and punched Land.